Take me, I am yours
Closing my eyes, I feel myself tense up with pleasure, the coldness moving down, leaving a trail of wetness and coldness across my skin, slowly reaching my pubic bone, the cold runs between my legs, biting on my lip, stopping myself.
I assume it is ice; he is holding it at my clit, making it freezing, slowly moving it again, stopping at my pussy, his fingers pushing it inside me, screaming, my try jump, the whip then hitting my breasts. I can't control myself; the coldness is too much to handle. Something warm is now dripping across my collarbone, trailing down between my breasts. The warmth covering the cold is making me moan.
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